Nikolai has yet to see the blonde talk to John with even a facade of respect. In fact, he's yet to see Graves talk to anyone without antagonising them.
So, he's prepared to come face-to-face with the man. And when he attempts to get under Nikolai's skin, he treats the American like you do with any mutt that misbehaves.
He flicks Graves on the nose.
It's worth it to see the man's cheeks flush, left standing in stunned silence as he tries to generate a response. It doesn't escape Nikolai's notice that Graves worries his bottom lip between his teeth, dropping his gaze to the floor like a submissive animal.
it's my turn to smack @pricegotmedickmatized across the face so here u go
cw: nikolai x graves, very silly, anal, slapping, oral cockwarming, brat taming, crying, daddy kink, degrading, praise, bondage, edging, graves is referred to with feminine pet names
"you cannot be serious." Nikolais voice sounds through the phone. he doesnt even sound mad, just amused. Ghost grunts.
"I'm dead fuckin' serious. He stopped us at the gate and told us he's taking the Vaquero base. Come and get your fucking brat." Nikolai laughs. Ghost doesn't. nobody does.
"put him on the phone."
in the middle of the shouting, the arguing, raised guns and threats, ghost struts right past it all to Graves. Graves raises an eyebrow at him.
"what the hell do you want big guy?" he hands him the phone, everyone around looks dumbfounded, shadows, Vaqueros and soap alike.
"it's for you." Graves brings the phone up to is ear hesitantly.
"Y'ello?"
"Phillip."
uh-oh.
"Nik, what the-"
"No. Mind who youre talking to." Graves swallows, his cheeks turning pink as he lowers his voice.
"..Daddy, what the-" Soap snorts.
"Shut your mouth." Nikolais voice is firm now, much stricter than before. the amusement is still there. "why am I getting a call like this, huh? are you that desperate for attention? nobody over there making sure you behave yourself?" Phillip blushes even more. "not enough men to keep you in your place? none of them keep you in line you naughty little whore?" he scoffs.
"..maybe.." his voice is embarrassed, he's now turned his back to the others to hide the semi he's rocking.
"are you really gonna make me come over there to put you in your place?" Silence. "oh for fucks- stay right where you are."
"Yes daddy." he quietly hands the phone back to ghost, who puts it to his own ear again, grumbling something before hanging up. Alejandro looks at him with a confused look, as do the others.
"he's not takin' shite. his daddy's comin' to get him."
and come he did.
"lucky i was close by, you little brat." Nikolais tone his harsh and annoyed, but that bit of amusement is still there. it always is when he's dealing with Graves. "I don't see you for a few days and you try to take someone else's base? you know we don't take things that dont belong to us." if you didnt know any better, youd think this was a father scolding his son. "I taught you better, didnt I?"
Graves doesnt answer. He would if he could, but he can't. not when Nikolai is forcing his fat cock down his throat. all he can muster is pathetic whimpering between the gagging. tears make his eyelashes clump together, his hands tied behind his back so he doesn't push him off. not that he would, but where's the fun in just letting him grab onto the meaty thighs that are squeezing his head. hes trapped, locked in his own personal heaven prison.
"not so mouthy now, are you? Alejandro told me all about what you said to him. it's really a shame he doesn't wanna be here for this. I bet he'd absolutely love seeing you like this. and who wouldn't?" he smirks, running his hand through the blond, sweaty hair. "you look so beautiful like that, princess. with your mouth shut." Graves eyebrows furrows -
"Ow!" Nikolai cusses under his breath, a sharp slap hitting the side of graves' face, bringing more tears to his eyes. "don't fucking bite me, you-.." he trails off, chuckling. "don't look at me like that. you know you need to behave." it's quiet for a moment before he sighs. "looks like this aint working, huh? need to punish my naughty kitty properly, huh?" he releases his head from his grip, letting graves pull back with a gasp, drool dropping from his chin. Nikolai cups Phillip's cheek gently, thumb rubbing the skin.
"such a good boy.." he whispers, a fond smile on his face - it makes the next slap even more unexpected. "its a shame you're such a damn brat." Phil's cock twitches in his jeans. he sniffles softly, but doesn't apologise to him. why would he? if nikolai forgives him now he won't be getting what he wants. attention.
his train of thought gets stopped by another smack, this one harder. it stings and brings more tears to his eyes, a sob escaping his throat.
"aw, baby.." Nikolai chuckles. "don't look at me like that." he pats his cheek, rougher than he needs to. "c'mon, get up. get on your daddy's lap." he pats his thigh, graves follows the order as if I the most natural thing for him to do. Nikolai stops him before he gets to sit down. "ah-ah. you know the rules." a grin splays over the Russians face, graves huffs. "come on now. dont get shy on me."
He clenches his jaw, but follows the order. he lets Nik peel him out of his clothes, grumbling quietly, the blush on his face deepening, cock painfully hard, balls full and tight. Nikolai reaches out and cups them, giving them a gentle squeeze, it makes him whine. "haven't touched yourself, have you?" Phillip shakes his head, earning himself another squeeze. "what a good little boy you are, just for me, hm?"
"..yes daddy." it makes nikolai chuckle, finally pulling the other man into his lap. he pulls his back against his bulky chest, one arm snaked around his middle, the other hand wrapped around his cock to guide it. teases the tight asshole with the red, leaky tip, pushing slightly.
"c'mon, kitty. let me in." he whispers, his arm slowly pushing him down, forcing him to take his spit soaked cock into his tight little hole. Phillip winces loudly, arching his back, eyes closed tightly.
"daddy-"
"shh, i know, I know.." his low voice is a soothing rumble in his chest, chapped lips pressing soft kisses under his ear. "just relax and sit down.." he takes a deep breath, sniffling softly, fat tears spilling down his cheeks as he tries to relax, pushing himself down slowly. "that's it, deep breaths, beautiful.. tell me if it hurts too bad, yea?" another kiss, this time to his cheek. Phil lays his head back, taking another deep breath breath before letting himself sit down. he gasps, shuddering softly, Nikolais hand rubs his stomach gently. they sit like this for a while, not uttering a word, the only sound in the room both of their heavy breathing.
"you okay?" he finally asks, after what feels like an eternity. Phil nods softly.
"y-yes. yes daddy." A low chuckle rumbles in nik's chest.
"good. time to make my kitten purr."
his hips suddenly snap upwards, forcing a loud yelp from graves' throat, eyes flyinh open. he immediately sets a quick, harsh pace, hands going to the younger man's waist with a bruising grip, holding him in place; not letting him squirm away. not in a million year's he'd let that tight ass squirm out of his grip.
loud slapping and desperate moaning fill the room, mixing in with the occasional sob. the pace is brutal and deep, his cock stretching the poor hole almost too much, making him dizzy. luckily Nikolai knows what's good for him - even when hes nothing but a babbling, sobbing mess.
"my gorgeous boy.." he pants quietly, fingernails digging into Graves' skin, leaving red indents. "can never behave yourself, can you? always have to make me teach you a lesson.." a loud sob echoes through the room.
" 'm sorry, daddy!" the words are since, even if he's cockdrunk.
"are you really? you keep getting into trouble over and over again, and every time you say you're sorry.." he scoffs, thrusting harder. "yet you keep doing it. you always act so stupid.." he spits the word, punctuating it with a sharp smack on hiss butt cheek. "are you stupid, kitten?" another sob; another harsh smack. "answer me when I'm talking to you."
"y-yes! I'm stupid! I'm sorry!" Graves sobs harder, more tears flowing. Nik angles himself to thrust differently, right against his prostate.
"no, no.. you're not. youre just naughty. a naughty little attention whore." he chuckles, wrapping a hand around the blond's cock. "but that's okay, i still love you." Graves wants to respond, but his words become slurred as he gets closer and closer - just for Nik to push him all the way down and hold still. He whined loudly, trying to move his hips, but a squeeze to his sensitive tip is a quick fix for that. "are you gonna behave?" Niks tone is teasing, yet strict. Graves nods frantically.
"yes! yes!" He chuckles.
"say it. say 'I'm sorry daddy, I'm gonna behave'." Graves hiccups softly, swallowing hard.
"i- I'm sorry, daddy, I-" another sob escapes him, "I'm gonna behave! I promise!" Nik grins darkly, slowly starting to stroke the weeping cock agonisingly slow.
"Are you gonna be a good kitty?" he's taunting Graves at this point and he knows it.
"Yes! I'll be a good kitty!" his face is burning hot, tears running down his face, hearing nikolai laugh at him just makes it worse.
"Cum." And he does - grinding his hips, making himself cum in the russians grip, eyes rolling back as he does. Nik slowly moves his hand up and down, making sure to milk every little drop from his poor cock. "there you go.. that should fix you up for a few days, hm?"
NikGraves? They’re slowly becoming one of my favorite ships
This is gonna be a lot like the last one just without Price so it'll be interesting to see how that changes the dynamics
Feel free to submit ships or other questions about the ship like "Who takes the hottest shower?"
Who was the one to propose? Graves. He knows when he likes something and isn't going to shy away from keeping it
Who stressed more over wedding planning? Still Nik. I can see Graves being stressed at first but then he mentions it to a few of the Shadows closest to him and boom! He's got like a professional wedding planning team.
Who decorated the house? Graves. Nik wanted to but Graves has so much gifted to him from his Shadows they had no choice. Of course, the only stuff that goes up is stuff Graves likes. He's got class, after all.
Who is more organized? Once again going off the idea that Graves is really good at keeping up appearances of being organized, but it's Nik that's keeping track of stuff. They make an incredibly well-functioning duo which scares people. Truly a power couple
Who suggested kids first? Still Nik as a genuine topic. Graves gives in pretty easily, especially when they find the cutest little girl and take her in. Now, all I'm picturing is Graves waltzing into Shadow Base with their little girl just proudly showing her off. Idk why this is a thought I had with this, but Graves calls Nik his "big bear" cause like, duh? And it kinda sticks until they adopt their daughter and then suddenly he's "Papa Bear" and she's little "Pooh Bear". So of course Graves got her a little bear onesie complete with ears on the hood. And she's running around on the base, and the Shadows are all 'screaming' "There's a bear loose!" and it takes a bold Moose to rein the terrible monster in *I am not sorry, Mike :D*
Another super cute idea relating to NikGraves and their toddler: Graves, holding her up like Simba in that one scene: BEHOLD, A CHILD! *cheers and screaming from the Shadows. There are some of them crying* *Graves could not be happier*
Who's the cuddler? Nik is still the cuddlier one. Graves gets dogpiled a lot during the day, but poor Nik has no one to cuddle "except for you, lyubov ;)"
Big spoon/little spoon? They interchange a lot, but Graves does his best to be a big spoon, even if he secretly melts when Nik just wraps around him from behind.
Favorite non-sexual activity? Horse back riding. I dunno I just see them doing that for some reason. They continue going to the same place after adopting 'Pooh Bear' because there's a special program for young families (ie families with small children) and she's just giggling madly while riding the cutest pony. (This idea has possessed me. This is your fault, @mike-like-t-scream all yours! We're just trading brainworms at this point, aren't we? First it was you with Moose, then me with the fucking YouTuber AU, and then you with Graves, and now me with NikGraves and their toddler daughter)
Who cooks? Graves. He knows how to feed his man. Mostly cause his Southern ass would drop dead if the love of his life hadn't eaten properly all day
Who comes home drunk at 3am? Nik on the rare occasion, but if there was a party with the Shadows, it's Graves or one time it was both.
Who kills the spiders? Nik, but he's under watch. I genuinely feel like Graves is the type of mf-er to have been like "Oh, yeah, guys I got this" during his recruit days, only for him to have been bitten and break out into a horrendous allergic reaction. Nik and Graves both don't to risk him having another allergic reaction like that
Who falls asleep first? Even though Nik is a pretty chilled out, sleepy looking kind of guy, he's genuinely so bad about sleeping. Look at that man and tells me he gets the recommended amount of sleep at night, I fucking dare you. SO therefore, Graves always passes out the second he hits the mattress. He's either 100 or 0, no in between.
A head-canon? Graves actually has a few siblings, and he's still relatively close to his family. Close as in he enjoys visiting on the holidays and for special occasions but other than that, they don't really talk much. Not for bad reasons, just more like he and his siblings all grew up and have lives of their own now. His family members were not fans of Nik, at first. Especially Graves's parents. Hell, this guy's probably a good ten years older than Graves if I had to guess, and which means Graves's parents are about the same age distance apart, assuming they were in their twenty's when they had Phil. It took a while for them to all warm up to Nik, which he probably expected, but they were never outright mean to either Nik or Phil. His mom definitely voiced her concerns, and his dad definitely threatened Nik (to which Nik treated it with such seriousness and he like shook Graves Sr.'s hand with a grim "With my life, I will protect him" to which Graves Sr. is like "oh yeah, this dude's chill!").
ALSO Graves is definitely a middle child. He gives off such strong feral middle child vibes to me, I just... He's the middle child, I promise.
Do they have any rituals? Graves's rituals for safety, fun, and winning during the Shadow Olympics and Nik's stretches for safe flying.
Who has the most patience? Nik, obviously. This actually concerns his parents-in-law cause let's be honest, the Graves family is probably a bit messy and they all have pretty short tempers with each other. Meanwhile Nik's just chilling, he's vibing with the old family dog while his husband and brother-in-law are wrestling over the last burger, as if they both aren't in their forties.
Graves has been getting on everyone's nerves, to the surprise of no one. He may want to help hunt Makarov, but that doesn't change who he is down to a molecular level.
He makes repeated jabs at Johnny and his accent. He refers to Simon as a muzzled mutt and asks if he's neutered. He answers Kyle's queries with phrases like, "You can put your boots in the oven, but that don't make 'em biscuits." and refuses to elaborate because he enjoys watching the man's frustration build with every response.
John hates him; he's half tempted to stick his cock in the man's mouth just to give him a reason to be quiet, but he isn't certain that Graves doesn't know ASL. Nikolai finds him amusing, but he's always had an appreciation for a brat. There is a serious conversation about binding him to a chair and gagging him, but unfortunately, it doesn't come to fruition.
The only time he hears an actual complaint, it's muttered under Graves' breath, paired with an eyeroll and a juvenile huff. Like a toddler pouting at the lack of attention they're receiving. "I'm tellin' 6ft jokes, and everbody here's about 5'11."
John is furious at himself, riddled with self-loathing when his composure slips and for a split second, he smirks. He rights his face almost immediately, but it's too late because there's a blonde peering his way who looks utterly gleeful at the knowledge that he managed to break John.
And that's when his suffering truly begins. If Graves had been infuriating when trying to piss him off, he's intolerable when he doubles down on trying to amuse him.
Though even John has to admit, it's almost cute to see a man so desperate for his acknowledgement.
Nikolai knows about Graves; he has heard all about the man from a group of Brits who think cunt is both a descriptor and a job description for the man.
That's why it confuses him, the blonde's uncharacteristically polite demeanour. Especially after a confrontation with John that nearly ended in the Captain socking him in the face.
So, when the man appears while he's mid-smoke, he asks.
"You, I can't figure out. You intend to help take down Makarov. Useful, bordering on respectful one minute, only to fall back on antagonistic the next. Why?"
Nikolai is both entertained and irritated as the American steals the cigarette from his hand mid drag, planting his lips where the pilot's had been just a mere second ago.
With an arrogant shrug of his shoulders, blowing smoke directly into Nikolai's face as he speaks, the man answers in a frustratingly Southern metaphor.
"Can shuffle the cards as many times as you'd like, still the same deck you're playing with."
